The Hot Springs star. (Hot Spings [Hot Springs], Dakota [Dakota Territory, i.e. S.D.]) 1886-189?, 1887-08-26

hand closed on another arm, the wrist OF
which my fingers g%rippedliiSc u wise. lam
a very strong man, and had something to
hold to, but by arm was nearly torn from
its socket by the strain and weight Of the
floating body. Had the rush lasted anoth-
er two seconds l must either have let GO
or CONC with it. But it passed, leaving us
up to our knees In water.
"Bnil ont! bailout." shouted job, suitina
the action to the word.
But l could not bail Just then, for as the
moon went ont and left us in total dark:
ness, faint, flying ray Of light Lit upon
che face Of the man I Ind grippcd, who
was now half lying, half floating. in the
bottom of the boat.
It was Leo. Leo brought back by the
wavc-back, dead or alive, from the very
Jaws Of Death.
"Bail outl bail out" yelled Job, zoe we
shall founder"
Iseized a largo tin bowl with a handle to
Il, which was fixed under n of the seats:
and the three of us baiIcd away for dear
life. The furious tempest drove over and
round us, flinging the boat this way and
that, the wind and the storm wreaths and
the sheets of singing spray blinded and
~bcwildered us; but through it oil we
worked like demons with the wild cXhilar-
alton of despair, for even despair can eX-
hilarate. One minute! three minutesl six
minutesi The boat began to tighten, and
no fresh wave swamped us. Five minutes
moro md she was fairly clear. Then, sud-
denly. above the awful shriekings of the
hurricane came q duller, deeper roar.
Great Heavens! It was the voice Of break
ers.
At that moment the moon began to shine
out again-this time behind the path Of the
squall. Out far across the torn bosom OF
the ocean shot the ragged arrows of her
light, and there, half q mile ahead OF us,
was a white line of foam, then a little space
of open-mouthed blackncss, and then an
other line of white. 1t was the breakers,
and their roar grew clearer and yet moro
clear as we sped down upon them like a
swallow. There they were, boiling up in
snowy spouts of spray, shifting and gnash.
ing together like the cleaning teeth of he'll,
"Take the tiller, Mahomedl" l roared, in
Arabic; 1--WE must try and shoot them
At the same moment I seized an oar, and
got it out, motioning to Jobto do likewise
Mahomed clambered aft, and got hold o.
the tiller, and with some difficulty Job
who had sometimes pulled a tub upon tbs
homely Cam, got out his oar. In another
minute her head was straight on to thu
evcr-nearing line, toward which sh'
plunged and tore with the speed Of q race
horse. Just in front Of us the first lin
seemed q little thinner than to the right o
left-there was a gap OF rather deepe
water. Iturned and pointed to it.
"Steer for your life, Mahomedl" I yelled
He was q skillful steersman, and well nc
quainted with the dangers of this mos
perilous coast, and l saw him grip the tile
and bend his heavy frame forward, an
stare at the foaming terror till his hi
|, round eyes looked as though they woul
!, start out of his head. The send Of the sc
was driving the boats head round to stal
; board. If we struck the line Of breaker
fifty yards to starboard Of the gap we m1:
sink. 1t was q great field of twistin!
spouting waves. Mal,omed planted h
g foot against the seat before him, and CLAN
ing at him, I saw his brown toes sprea
0 out like a hand with the weight he p,
upon them as he took the strain Of I'll
t tiiler. She came round q bit, but NJ